Something in that distant light, so many
Strides of departing in the sun
That has your famous coyness, before claims
Of 'impeccableness' on the run!
No further to be denied then! Long since
What lit, mortal, a dim school lot:
Beauty for the angelic that's gawked through.
Heavenly intriguing, to spot.
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